Obito was not unmoved, much less afraid.
At this point, what was there left to fear?
Ever since the operation began, Obito had no idea what the others thought. But for him, once he walked out of Sky Base, there were only two possible endings—
Success.
Or death.
There was no third path left to take.
Obito had been cowardly in the past. Especially after the decisive battle in Kyoto, he had been like a rat, shutting himself away in a hole every day. He called it living, but it was little different from imprisonment.
Obito had managed to persist this long purely because he had relied on his final trump card for emotional support.
He firmly believed that as long as he became the Ten-Tails' perfect Jinchuriki, he could reverse everything, erase the pain of the world, and let everyone lose themselves in an endless beautiful dream.
Now, the Ten-Tails trump card had already been revealed.
If he still lost and had to flee for his life... Obito would rather die.
Suffering first was meant to lead to sweetness later.
It was not meant to make one suffer for a lifetime, nor was enduring the bitterest hardships meant to turn one into the bitterest of people.
Standing atop the Ten-Tails' head, Obito watched Lin Qing suppress Momoshiki and Kinshiki. He watched Isshiki roar at him in despair, silently weighing the gains and losses in his heart.
His role was truly crucial.
If he helped Lin Qing, the two Otsutsuki could be killed more quickly.
If he helped the Otsutsuki, he could force Lin Qing to transfer Isshiki's head. Once Isshiki returned, the situation would reverse, and they could kill Lin Qing instead.
But neither outcome was what Obito wanted.
What Obito wanted was—
For the three Otsutsuki and Lin